A Mothers Winter Pride Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Deep in the snow, the forest sleeps,
Inside a den, a mother creeps.
She rests her bones from autumn days,
While winter wind outside it plays.

A story says she sleeps so deep,
And wakes from winter's quiet sleep,
To find new babies by her side,
With great surprise and mother's pride.

But that is just a tale untrue,
For here is what she really do.
In January's freezing cold,
A gentle birth begins to unfold.

She wakes right up to bring them near,
Awake and strong, devoid of fear.
She licks them clean and keeps them right,
And holds them safe throughout the night.

So tiny, blind, and pink they are,
Like small sweet wishes from a star.
She gives them milk so rich and warm,
To keep them safe from winter storm.

No food she eats, no drink she takes,
Yet still her sleepy body wakes.
She uses only what is stored,
To feed the babies she adored.

At last when spring begins to play,
In April or in sunny May,
She steps outside into the sun,
With healthy cubs, now strong they run.